5: Unbreakable.Unbelievable is how I view this.Not possible is this "verb", this "adjective", this "word".Break me please, into pieces.Ravage my heart, tear it open, eat it out, sew it to you in front of meEnd this sorrow in my reflection's eye, so I never forget.And afterward? Cast me away, into the sea, if you have no use for me.Kiss my lips, and lie about how much you want this.Alluring; you're alive, and I've been dead for years. I lust for that pulsing punch.Beat, my still heart, please, even though you're a sitting room for my hollow ribs.Learn about how cruel life is. A love hidden is a love lost.Everything else is harder, because you have to add on that broken piece:. to every single sentence when you speak the name of the thing that held you so close.
4: RivalryOh, it's you.Sweetheart,you're way behind.I know that your quickclever-smarteyes, are justb-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-gdown my neck,and I mock them for theirlack of gathering details.Like the sweat on my palms,clinging to them likewet. cloying. paper.Laugh, darling; it'llrelieve you, andstop yoursensory overload.Though, you do have your own armory.The swiftly pointed fingersat my selfish hideare from your allies,but they know the score;and sometimes,the accusationsare not false.So, sweetheart, yes,you're way behind.But you're catching upbreathing down my throat andstealing the air from my lungs,and I commend you, my rival.My friend.
3: Just BreatheI'm a rubber band. I don't break; I bend.I snap for you; I snap because of youI snap when somethingor maybe someonepushes me too-too damnfar,but then again, who can blame me?My life is perfect.I have everythingI could ever wantBut dammit I do not need it.Nor want it.I'd be shabby,just so I can feel my feet touch the ground again!I want it i want it i want it!But why do we want it?Maybe when naive, butnow? I'd rather just havemy little words,my scraped-together everything.Innocence is beautiful;and I envy those who know nothing.I know nothing.I'd started to cry.But then he told me something that changedabsolutely nothingand absolutely everything.He said; "Shh. Breathe. It's okay.Believe. If only for this moment."I fell into that. I shivered up into pieces.I didn't snap. He just let me relax; become un-tense.I believed, and shot off. Flicked from betweeneternally lit fingers.I ran away because I was scared thatI would come to rely on it.A
2: ComplicatedWe've sucker punched the ozone layeris this really what we want?to unleash the sun's wrath upon us?this sickness? this created us;human enough to release suchsoul-sucking destruction.we're suicidal beasts, which iswhat makes us uniqueand what makes usstupid.Such complexity...webs of it,tangling our hair.Making us incapable of action.Suffocating us.
1: IntroductionWelcome!Come on in.Open the door to Hell,and step into the burning flames with me.We'll dance in dark despairswim in seas of sin;and roast in quickfooted irony.Oh, hurry, darling, come quick!The World's Destruction's about to begin.This is the best part!Do you have the pitchforks;the rocks? the drinks?the ice above the bones?Dear Devil, I hope they're under the sink...I really hope so. Otherwise,we're heavily unprepared.Not to mention the fire;though that'll be plentiful.Let's take you underand get you all fixed up!Nice and ready.Welcome! Come in; make sure you hold steady.-laughs- Oh, yes, I remember:Those first steps into poison and sinwere always the hardest.The heaviest, for sure.Drag yourself in, zombielikeLost a hand? Here, take mine.Crawl; if you have to, through the ashes.Let's see if you can handle your first introduction;the taste of rebellion and hatred thick on your tongue;and the endless flame clashes.
'Ey...chill out, 'kay?don't crush us just 'cuz we're teenagers.don't hold yer head so high.'cuz sometimeswhat's underneath your feetis more valuablethan that halo over your head.sometimes, we're jewels.gems. diamonds.buried in the rough of society.we remember--we know and understand the things thatonly hot-headed young ones know.the ones that you used to.raw beauty's betterthan perfectly tinted--like pine--artificial paper...which is apparentlyworth gold.a'ight?
Dear...If you ever read thisyou'll know I'm talking to you.I'm so sorry that I'm not good enough.I'm so sorry that I have faults.I'm so sorry that I'm human.I'm so sorry that I'm not.I'm so sorry that I have such a negative view...on everything.I'm so sorry that I'm not who you wanted.I'm so sorry that I bite when bitten; thrice bitten, once shy.I'm so sorry that I took your "love" and stomped it underneath my angered foot.I'm so sorry that I don't care whether you do.Actually...I'm not sorry at all.Usually, if I treat something likea snake; a rat; a pest;they deserve it.every second.
you're thin as air.you're so skinny,you're practically starved for existence.i thread my fingers through yourinvisible hairand look into your clear eyes;the same color as my walls.you're sand. i long to hold you close enoughto feel thecoldinside of mefade.that's what we project across the waterunderneath the bridges upon bridgesof problems we've crossed;all the cities we've builtin order to hide from thosewooden-planked pieceswhispering reality.the lights flood through the night;neon and ever-too-bright. i like them.they warm me in the slightest.they remind me of you.and you, of me:the sound so sharp, the sight so clearthe happiness surrounding it all in a fog.we cry again.it's so artificially beautiful.like everything we've built around us.should we tear down the skyscrapers?burn the bridges, for a dip in hell?maybe a little tasteof foolishnesswouldn't bringtoo muchpain.but you're so close. too close, for risk.i hear yo
Before the Pain Comesrain is like silver coins;the sky's falling treasure.it pitters and patterslike fallen poker chips on your roofs.yeah, "falling" is mentioned a lot,but aren't they usually the most gorgeous?angels? snow? freshly fallen, of course.aren't they beautiful?look at how the rain shimmersdancesand glowsunder the moon.little fallen angels,warm, compassionate snow.tiny silver gemsshiny as russet apples,electrified with the tasteof lightning freedom.and because it comes like a baby zap,make sure you watch for itor i swear to godyou'll miss all your chances,draining through the soiland then you'll hit the ground.